Come across the bridge before it Burns

Here I sit, running at the mouth again
speaking of different lands in our own backyards
The thrill of sunset rendezvous in starlit splendor
romance is left dangling in the aromatic atmosphere
ripening with age, another blossom to pluck from the vine

Freedom is as much a remedy as a goal, to be used or abused
Is reality a ruse, a myth, or a last defense before the end
Time is a precious commodity, elemental for change
& can be both friend & foe, when too little or too much
Each generation has more confidence in treating the unknown
where language must be a dominant tool for our future
when the future intersects the past

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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